’ I said without thinking. ‘Anything?’ ‘Yes.’ I shouted to convey my urgency. Max pulled down his boxers and my shorts, and positioned himse...f for entry. ‘Go out with me.’ I looked at him in wonder. ‘What?’ ‘Go out with me.’ He repeated while teasing my slit with the head of his penis. ‘Where?’ ‘Movie… restaurant… theatre, wherever. A date.’ ‘Ok.’ I nodded and was almost instantly rewarded by the delicious sensation of Max’s fat cock stretching me out on its way in. ‘Aaaaah!’ I climaxed even. There was a good fire going in the fireplace, but the flames did nothing to soften my mood.My name is Tyler Andrew Thompson, and when I was sitting in that cabin I was 39, and ready to quit the human race. I wanted to just roll up the sidewalks and roads to my cabin and keep people awayThe events leading up to that dark mood started in 1972 when I met Carla Potaki at a bar while I was celebrating another semester of night school being successfully completed.I arrived at the pizza parlor/bar at. IN MY OWN HOME! I got up from my chair, told a close friend I'd be right back, he asked "Where ya going bro?!" he also had to yell seeing how loud the party was, "I'm going to go get another pack of beer if you don't mind!" I yelled back. Out the door I went, got into my SUV and drove off and little frustrated. I sped down the highway, luckily there were no police, probably at the donut shop.I soon arrived at Macy's job, which was at Stater Bros. I shut off my car and proceeded to walk inside. Boys are competitive at sports andtherefore set standards for other boys. Girls are not competitive andtherefore set a low standard that is easy for all to achieve.Although people see me as a regular girl and I am now inseparable with mysister Mary, I am still not comfortable having a female body. All thosethings Lindsey told me just after the accident about having a female bodyfelt true to me. But I am a great pretender, so people won't know thisside of me. One thing is for sure, after the.